Renaissance: 1485-1603 Wealth, knowledge, power Revival of Rome: culture and literature Humanism: man as central Age of Exploration Growth of London as world power! Influenced by Italy Social Classes very important

Reformation Luther and his 95 theses

Black Death: 1500-1600s

Henry VII (ah… I guess he counts) Ended War of Roses – bunch of bickering families Increased $$$ for England

Henry VIII – dude just wanted a son… http://www.history.com/topics/british-history/henry-viii/videos/henry-viii Catholic then Church of England Whooped up on France Strong English military Acted the part of KING https://vimeo.com/90738933

More Tudors Edward VI Only Son of Henry VIII Supported Church of England All the adults tried to manipulate the young lad Lots of potential but died young

Lady Jane Grey Protestant Queen for 9 days; beheaded at 16

Bloody Mary Sister to Edward VI Brutal return to Catholicism Executed Protestants Just couldn’t produce children

the Great “Bastard” Tudor https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lMpigAUQt_4 the Great “Bastard” Tudor Elizabeth I Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn Defeated Spanish Armada Symbol of national unity English prosperity $$ Learning, culture, literature, drama “Virgin Queen” Brutal Colonization of Ireland Great negotiator – keep ‘em wondering Church of England but a touch of Catholic, too https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nVMj_bwQQ3Q

King James I Protestant King James Bible Scottish Jamestown –duh!

Shakespeare and Theater Comedy, Tragedy, History (nationalism), Romance Plays: fast, few breaks, few props, fancy costumes, cancelled often due to weather or plague, few actors, only boys, to make $$$ Elizabethan culture was like a big performance Globe and Black friars Created 3,000+ new English words SONNETS and lots of PLAYS https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iI8FwWMuF9k https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BMkuUADWW2A https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fR7CQwQVvTE

Sonnet 130 by Shakespeare My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask’d, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.

Sonnet 18 by Shakespeare Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Sonnet By Edmund Spenser "One day I wrote her name upon the strand" One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalize! For I myself shall like to this decay, And eek my name be wiped out likewise. Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise To die in dust, but you shall live by fame: My verse your virtues rare shall eternize, And in the heavens write your glorious name; Where, whenas death shall all the world subdue, Our love shall live, and later life renew.

(Sonnet 43) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 – 1861 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

The World Is Too Much With Us by William Wordsworth The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.—Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

Holy Sonnet 10 "Death be not proud..." BY JOHN DONNE Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so, For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery. Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

"London, 1802" BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.